Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Zhao Xiyan opened his eyes groggily, only to find himself sitting on a donkey cart. He touched his clothes, which were very rough and prickly.

This made him slightly stunned.

How could he remember that he was on his way to school to teach when he saw a dump truck rushing towards one of his students, and then he subconsciously rushed over.

It seemed that the person was saved, but I should have died.

It’s just that why am I sitting here now, and feeling better than ever before.

After all, he is a 29-year-old single small town test-taker. Although his family conditions are relatively good, his health is not that good.

Be a role model during the day and teach students at night.

What's more, he was one of the few college students in their county who was admitted to a 211 university. Although he chose philosophy as his major, which no one would even study, he was unable to find a job in the end and could only inherit his family's six houses and a large franchise supermarket.

But at least I got a diploma.

"you're awake?"

A crisp voice rang out, interrupting Zhao Xiyan's wandering thoughts.

I saw a girl with bright eyes and white teeth sitting opposite me. Her skin was fair and full of collagen. When she smiled slightly, her neat and white teeth were exposed.

This made Zhao Xiyan, who had watched countless movies, have to sigh that this girl is so damn beautiful.

"Why don't you speak? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" the girl asked with concern.

"I felt a little uncomfortable just now, but I feel better now." Zhao Xiyan shook his head and asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

"Let's go to Sijiucheng."

The girl laughed and stretched out her hand pretending to be calm. "My name is Qin Huairu, what's yours?"

"My name is Zhao Xiyan." Zhao Xiyan said absentmindedly.

"Zhao Xiyan? What a strange name." Qin Huairu chuckled, "Which village are you from?"

Which village are you from?

Zhao Xiyan was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of pain flashed across his face.

Damn, it seems like I was really taken away by that dump truck.

He came to a strange world, judging from the memories in his mind.

Zhao Xiyan, born in 1934...

Damn it.

Zhao Xiyan almost couldn't hold back from swearing.

At this age, he is one year older than his grandfather.

His life experience is even more ridiculous.

His father, Zhao Shan, left him and his mother in that chaotic era.

There has been no news since then, and his mother passed away three years ago.

Lives alone, now 18 years old.

Eighteen?

Zhao Xiyan was stunned again. Using his not-so-good math skills, he calculated that it was now 1952?

Zhao Shan settled down in the capital and married a wife.

Unexpectedly, his wife died early and he had no son.

After he fell seriously ill, he asked someone to send a letter back to him, asking him to go to Sijiu City to take up the position.

However, the letter was delivered half a month ago, and Zhao Shan is probably dead now.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiyan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

At least I don't have to face that strange and heartless man.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Qin Huairu said angrily.

"What did you just say?" Zhao Xiyan asked in surprise.

"I asked which village you are from..."

"I'm from Zhangzhuang."

Zhao Xiyan chuckled and said, "What about you? Which village are you from?"

"I'm from Qinjia Village." Qin Huairu also laughed, "But you're from Zhangzhuang, why is your last name Zhao?"

"Because more than 400 households in our village have the surname Zhao, it is named Zhangzhuang." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

puff!

Qin Huairu immediately laughed.

"You are quite interesting in your words..."

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan smiled and looked at the driver and asked, "Master, how long will it take us to get there?"

"It's still half an hour before we get to Changping Bus Station."

Qin Huairu replied, "Once we get to Changping, we still have to take a four-hour long-distance bus..."

"Is it this far?"

Zhao Xiyan sighed slightly.

Long-distance buses are still part of his childhood memories.

"Are you afraid of riding in a car?" Qin Huairu asked curiously.

"It's not that I'm afraid of riding in a car, I just think it takes too long and is a waste of time." Zhao Xiyan shook his head.

"You're quite a weird person." Qin Huairu said coquettishly, "Isn't this what we always do when we go on a long journey? By the way...what are you doing in Sijiu City?"

"Inherit the family business."

Zhao Xiyan sighed and said, "My father used to be the richest man in Sijiu City, but he is dead now... No, he is gone now, and he left hundreds of houses for me to collect rent from."

puff!

The coachman couldn't help laughing.

"Kid, your father is the richest man in the city? Then your family is a landlord."

"That's not true. The entire Forty-Nine City Ring Road is mine."

Zhao Xiyan felt like smoking and felt around his body, but found nothing.

So he rolled his eyes around, looked at the cigarette in the driver's pocket, and couldn't help but move closer.

"Zhao Xiyan, what is the first ring of the Sijiu City?" Qin Huairu asked curiously.

"Forbidden City."

Zhao Xiyan said without even turning his head.

"Hahaha."

Qin Huairu was laughing so hard that she was shaking.

The coachman couldn't help but look back at this talkative boy.

The hair is a little long, reaching the eyebrows.

He is a little thin, but of good height, with fair skin and a good-looking appearance, especially his narrow eyes, which are memorable at first sight.

No wonder the girl from the Qin family took the initiative to talk to this chatterbox.

"Master, drive the car carefully and don't drive the car into the ditch." Zhao Xiyan reminded.

"Screw you."

The coachman laughed and scolded, "I have been driving this road for many years. I can take you to Changping with my eyes closed."

"Then why don't you try it with your eyes closed?" Zhao Xiyan asked sincerely.

"Hahaha."

Qin Huairu couldn't help laughing again.

This guy is really interesting.

"Go, go, go and sit down. I'll throw you off." The coachman laughed. Seeing him staring at his cigarette, he suddenly realized, "Kid, how old are you to learn to smoke? Don't your parents care about you?"

"I am three years and one hundred and eighty months old." Zhao Xiyan spread his hands and said, "Didn't I just say that my father has passed away... I am going to inherit his property."

Three years and one hundred and eighty months?

Qin Huairu and the coachman were both slightly stunned.

"How old is that?" Qin Huairu couldn't help but ask.

"Eighteen years old."

Zhao Xiyan curled his lips.

"Hahaha."

The two of them burst into laughter again.

The coachman looked at Zhao Xiyan several times and handed him a cigarette.

"Take it and smoke it."

"Thank you, master."

Zhao Xiyan was overjoyed, but he just held the cigarette and looked at it for a long time.

This thing doesn't even have a filter?

The coachman saw that he didn't smoke, so he laughed and scolded him, "You kid, you don't even bring matches with you when you smoke?"

"You're in a hurry to get out, Master. They say that good people should do their best to the end, and help the Buddha to the west. Can you lend me a light?" Zhao Xiyan said with a lick on his face.

"Take it."

The driver pressed a pack of matches into his hand.

So this thing is a match?

Zhao Xiyan looked stunned.